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#๐˜ญ๐˜บ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ค
elliebarker ยท 1 year
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๐™š๐™ก๐™ก๐™ž๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก๐™ž๐™–๐™ข๐™จ (๐™Ÿ๐™–๐™˜๐™ ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ฃ!๐™š๐™ก๐™ก๐™ž๐™š) ๐™ญ ๐™›!๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™™๐™š๐™ง
๐™จ๐™ช๐™ข๐™ข๐™–๐™ง๐™ฎ:ย ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏโ€ฆ๐˜ช ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ช ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ช ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ! ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ, ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ!๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆโ€ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด. :)
๐™–/๐™ฃ:ย ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ/๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ (๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ด, ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜จ๐˜ด) ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ. ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ป๐˜ป๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜บ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ค, ๐˜ช๐˜ฎย ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ด๐˜ฐโ€” ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ช ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ
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glasses clinked and cheers roared in the background. groups of drunken citizens fumbling in and out of his bar made joelโ€™s days stretch long. until, his day was lifted up, in the doorway with a look that could be described as both confusion and disgust framed on her freckled face. ellie. she had just gotten off of her shift on patrol. exhausted, she walked slowly over to the counter where joel was, leaning on her hands, she met joelโ€™s gaze.
โ€œhey kiddo,โ€ joel chuckled looking up from the glass he was drying, draping the gray-white stripped towel over his shoulder.
โ€œhey old man.โ€
โ€œwell, what can i get started for ya?โ€
ellie opened her mouth, then stopped to think for a second.
โ€œcoke and whiskey?โ€ she finally stated
โ€œsure thing kid.โ€ joel placed a glass in front of her. โ€œsoโ€”um, โ€˜hatโ€™s gotcha down here today? tough patrol? been a while since youโ€™ve come-โ€œ
โ€œyeah, yeahโ€ ellie said, โ€œhard day on patrol.โ€
โ€œcool, cool, cool,โ€ joel muttered, handing her the glass, tapping his foot.
the breeze swarmed in the room as the wooden doors were pushed in. damn these jackson winters ellie thought while she and joel turned their heads to the door, expecting another patroler off-duty in to drink and drink. but it wasnโ€™t. it was maria.
maria walked, no marched over to another side of the bar waving for joel to come over.
โ€œsorry kiddo, i-um, gotta-โ€œ
โ€œmhmโ€ ellie said mid-sip โ€œgo, go.โ€
joel walked toward maria, leaving ellie to wallow, drink meeting her lips and vanishing within a second. she tried to sneak a few looks at joel and maria, yโ€™know, make sure it wasnโ€™t something serious. she was right, for her split second of a glance she saw a smile, an anticipating smile, from him. huh. okโ€ฆ she reached up to take another drink, looking a little dumbfounded when only ice met her lips. damn. ellie placed the glass on the table (idk if sheโ€™s supposed to pay or not cause the show says its communeโ€ฆ) and hopped off the seat, placing her hands in her sweatshirt pockets to shielding them from the cold before bracing the outside.
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7:24 displays itself on ellieโ€™s clock in big bold red letters. god she thinks. forcing the blankets off of her before this duvet consumes me completely.ย 
โ€œโ€ฆfuckโ€ she mutters looking at her clothes, in complete disarray, finding something decent to wear was going to take actual work. she brings a hand through her hair before sighing and rummaging through the piles before her.ย 
it only took a couple minutes, pulling on sweatpants, long white socks, a black and white band tee (fleetwood mac if we want to be specific), and a weighted leather jacket. โ€œokayโ€ she said, hair tie mouth, wrapping her hands around her hair in a last attempt to tie her already failing outfit together. sitting down on her couch, she took on the tedious task of pulling on her beat-up, dead, falling apart, mud-stained high tops. as she tyed the last knot and rose to her feet, she realized sheโ€™d left her guitar at joelโ€™s the week before. heโ€™s off today right? heโ€™s not gonna mind if i justโ€ฆswing in and grab it? she thought reaching for the door knob.ย 
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the sound of cobble stones hitting each other slowed as ellie came to a stop, face red and chilled, she walked up the steps of joelโ€™s house and took a deep breath before moving her hand to initiate two knocks. giggling coming to a stop. wait. giggling? shit ellie thought i didnโ€™t know he had someone overโ€ฆi mean, well i never checked in, iโ€™m the one showing up unannounced oh god fuuuuckkk i might have totally interruptedย s-
โ€œellie?โ€ joel questions
huh ellie looked up
โ€œis everything okay? come in, come in.โ€ he said
pulling her in from the nipping bitter weather outside.ย 
โ€œโ€ฆhey joelโ€ she said scanning the living room for her guitar until she found it in the arms of someone else.
someone with nice hands
fuck iโ€™m staring she realized looking up to meet this persons eyes. hair full and utterly and effortlessly gorgeous in the morning sun. a few strands frames this person-this girlโ€™s cheeks oh god this girl ellie thought inโ€ฆadmiration.ย 
โ€œumโ€ฆโ€ย 
โ€œoh shit sorryโ€ joel said from behind her, โ€œmaria, told me her um neice? right? neice played piano and wanted to get into guitar.โ€ joel explained โ€œโ€ฆand shes using your guitarโ€ joel thought out loud, โ€œand thatโ€™s probably why youโ€™re here, to grab your, ah man kid iโ€™m sorry this totally slipped my mindโ€
โ€œโ€”nah, nah youโ€™re goodโ€ ellie interrupted. โ€œi-um, actually, came here to-um, grab aโ€ฆbook.โ€ she lied. no way she would just strip her guitar from this poor girl and definitely not one this pretty. fuck what am i even thinking!! i donโ€™t even know this girlโ€™s nameโ€”hell i havenโ€™t even been in the same room with her for more than a minuteโ€ฆthat i know ofโ€ฆfuck um
โ€œthis is the ellie youโ€™ve been talking about?โ€ you tilt your head.
joel chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.
โ€œhi,โ€ you say, and then introduce yourself.
god sheโ€™s pretty is all ellie can think and so kind too and her voice before sheโ€™s snapped back to reality, realizing she just barged into joelโ€™s house- and by coincidence your guitar lesson.ย 
โ€œso, um let me just grab my book and iโ€™ll be out of your hairโ€ she says, trying to be as casual as she can when she still feels the pressure of your eyes against her.ย 
she forces her feet to move up the stairs and way from you.ย 
when she gets back from a room upstairs, book-sheโ€™s-already-read in hand, trying her best to sneak through the hallway to the door as fast as she can, sheโ€™s stopped on the final stair when she hears strumming. and singing.
oh god she thinks again. itโ€™s your voice and its angelic, ethereal, beautiful impossible to describe even if the best poets and scholars tried. fuck she was falling and youโ€™d only uttered about 2 sentences to her.ย 
she took a deep breath and pushed forward, sending a salute to joel as she exited and glancing at you one last time, catching your hands falling off her guitarโ€™s strings, looking at her with the faintest smile. she grabbed at the door knob turning it each and which way until she was faced with the biting cold once again, forced to make the dreaded walk home with an utterly gorgeous face and pretty name stuck in her mind.
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sanguinaiire ยท 7 months
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๐’๐ž๐ง๐ ๐š โ€œ๐ŸŽตโ€ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ข๐œ ๐›๐š๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ!
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โYou've got the devil on your shoulder.โž
A sweet and sly "observation" as he circles the other, hand sliding off their shoulder across their back before dropping back to this side. It was easy to see the darker temptations in others and that only made it more fun to try and make them surface. To give into temptation and sin was only natural, it was the sweetest most exhilarating part of being alive.
What would they do if they gave in? Their stepping stone before diving in headfirst never to surface again. He wanted to know, wanted to see it. To have a hand in that push never got tiring.
โWouldn't it be interesting to hear them out just once?โž
@elysiumtouched.
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khwabeedah ยท 2 years
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๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ โ€œ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฃ ๐˜ถ๐˜ซ๐˜ฅ๐˜ขโ€ ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ญ๐˜บ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ.
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